“Dad, you have to help me! Someone’s trying to take my Sephine away!”
“So this day has finally come…”
Misilanka had known ever since the day she stole Vi’s mother away that eventually the boomerang would come back to hit them.
“Don’t worry, your dad’s here.”
And so Misilanka accepted Vi’s request, determined to help her win Sephine’s heart back.
Furthermore, Vi learned another piece of news—most of the content in that Demon King’s Wife-Chasing Manual had actually been altered randomly by Misilanka.
It turned out her dad had destroyed a large amount of ancient materials and then fled in fear of punishment.
The reason she didn’t dare spend too much money was also because she was afraid of being discovered and arrested.
Now, the Demon King had one last question—where had her mother gone?
Would she ever come back?
To that, Misilanka’s answer was—unknown.
That’s why she drowned her sorrows in drink every day.
‘Waaah, I miss my wife too…’
That was Misilanka’s real feeling.
They didn’t place much importance on carrying on the family line.
The reason was simply that their lifespans were too long.
With too much time and too few things to do, people easily became idle, and once idle, they started causing all kinds of trouble.
In a sense, the absurd things the Demon Race did were almost as numerous as those of the elves.
After the Demon King’s tearful complaints, Misilanka told Vi about many things the Demon King might encounter.
These weren’t just hearsay—she had seen them with her own eyes.
Back to the present.
“Ahem.”
The Demon King cleared her throat again.
If she couldn’t use the Zehua Art to sober up, she would probably have lost consciousness by now.
The alcohol was simply too strong.
No wonder Misilanka was a drunkard—ordinary people couldn’t handle this stuff at all.
Still, the relationship between the two was no longer as confrontational as before.
Though it wasn’t exactly great, having a common topic had clearly brought them closer.
“Dad, where did you get this stuff?”
“What do you mean ‘this stuff’? This is my treasured fine wine—ordinary people can’t even get a taste!”
Misilanka carefully pulled out the jar from under the table.
It was the wine they had brewed together when they got married.
The Demon King’s mother was also a drunkard, but after so many years without seeing her, only Misilanka still remembered.
That’s why she kept this jar of fine wine, waiting for the other to return so they could enjoy it together.
Would that day ever come?
“Sephine has a very low alcohol tolerance. Don’t even think about feeding her this level of liquor. I’d worry.”
Though she said that out loud, Misilanka really hoped to see Vi’s family harmonious, with the young couple sweet and always sticking together.
“Ahem, don’t come flaunting your love in front of your dad.”
“Ai’er, who had been isolated in a corner all along, couldn’t take it anymore. Not only was she being used as a tool, but no one had even come to care about her yet.”
“Two liars! No, one liar and one violent maniac! This home is unlivable!”
“Dad, if you can still tolerate sister running wild in the house, then let Ai’er return to nature!”
“That won’t do—if you leave, what will we eat?”
“Yeah, what will we eat?”
“Hehe, looks like my cooking is still pretty important here~”
Ai’er suddenly became smug.
But she was way too easy to appease.
Maybe she really needed to find a partner, otherwise she’d keep clamoring to steal her sister’s wife day after day.
After a while, the Demon King couldn’t even be bothered to kick her anymore.
Her skin had gotten so thick from all the kicks that unless you put some force into it, she’d think you were just tickling her.
Misilanka wasn’t about to say things like “Your sister is younger, let her have her way.”
The two sisters had competed since childhood—either by strength or by luck.
Part of the reason Vi went out hunting was because she lost rock-paper-scissors to Ai’er.
But looking back, it wasn’t such a bad thing—otherwise the one in charge of finding food might have ended up being Ai’er.
“What is this wine, anyway? Why am I still dizzy…”
“Just ordinary wine. It must be that your skill isn’t up to par.”
Misilanka waved her hand.
In reality, she hadn’t even tasted the wine herself and had just given it to her daughter as a test subject.
This just went to show how great her “fatherly love” was.
‘Looks like it needs to ferment a while longer… I told you not to add those weird ingredients,’ Misilanka thought to herself.
As for the Demon King, she wouldn’t have any serious issues—at most, a bit of physical discomfort.
“I have to go… I still need to get back to a meeting…”
Vi staggered out of the house.
As soon as she stepped outside, she noticed that the nearby woods seemed thicker than before.
Where there had been only a few trees, several more had appeared.
Back at home.
Sephine unlocked the door with her key and found no one inside.
“Didn’t they say Aglis was coming over? Where is she?”
She paused, then realized—the other didn’t have a key, so she probably wasn’t in the house.
Sephine walked outside and looked around, but still couldn’t find Aglis.
A grown woman couldn’t have just gotten lost, could she?
Just then, she heard a clanging sound from the backyard, like metal clashing repeatedly.
She frowned.
Other than the kitchen, there shouldn’t be a sound like that in the house.
And the source was definitely the backyard.
“What dangerous things are those two little troublemakers playing with now?”
Instead of continuing to look for Aglis, Sephine pushed open the back door.
A closer look—she was right there.
Aglis was wearing a suit of demon-metal armor, standing in the middle of the yard and continuously blocking attacks from all directions.
And the one attacking her was none other than Karin.
“How did you get in?”
That was the first question.
“What are you two doing?”
That was the second.
Aglis took off her helmet, revealing her face.
There was a faint scratch on her cheek, clearly just made.
“Miss Aglis, your face?”
“This? Oh, it’s nothing serious. Doesn’t it just show that our little Karin has pretty good swordsmanship?”
Karin stood right next to her.
Aglis reached out and tousled Karin’s hair.
Since Aglis didn’t mind, Sephine naturally didn’t say anything more.
She actually supported Karin learning swordsmanship—if she didn’t learn some self-defense, she would end up being pushed around like Sephine herself in the future.
Fala was lying off to the side as usual, “sunbathing.”
“Fala, don’t you want to play with them?”
“I don’t like it. Too tiring,” Fala said lazily.
“Besides, I’m still hungry. Play? No way.”
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